Frenzy

Destiny hides traps
slipping in diaphanous shadows of existence,
a pestilential fable spitting whole cruel derision
boredom, solitude, tiredness of life.
leaves suffocate, claustrophobia
throws in orange colours
magnet attracting twisted rusty branches.
pieces from rubbish lost
don't know for certain
for what I look,
perhaps try hardly
find will of waking up every morning,
or better, all afternoons.

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Prompt.. http://www.jmaylone.com/gallery/2007/frenzy3

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doyouloveit
December 18, 2007

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thank you for sharing your thoughts with me on this picture a very unique poem i like very much i like the style as well the imagery is great

find will of waking up every morning,
or better, all afternoons.